The Slayer Line

Buffy arrived at the lair of the vampire cult, ready to fight. She knew she had faced dark times before, but this time the vampires had stolen the Slayer Scythe, and she knew it couldn’t be for anything good.

As it turned out, she was right. She walked in on the vampires ready to perform a ritual with the weapon Willow had used to turn all of the Potential Slayers into full-fledged Slayers. The lead vampire, arms extended above his hand, was doing an incantation in Latin.

“What, you had a party and I wasn’t invited? I’m hurt,” Buffy quipped.

But as she was delivering her cool banter, the vampire finished his incantation, and a light flashed from the Scythe. Buffy felt strange. She put a hand to her forehead, fighting the wooziness.

“Slayer!” proclaimed the cult leader. “You are too late!”

Buffy shook her head, then said, “I don’t think so, I think the party’s just getting started.” She readied her stake.

“Drop your weapon!” said the leader, and Buffy immediately opened her hand and her stake fell to the ground with a clatter.

“What’s happening?” she asked, now genuinely frightened.

“You know that the spell the Shadow Men used to create the Slayer Line involved infusing the girls with the essence of the demon,” the cult leader explained, as he walked around behind her. “Now, you have altered that balance, so we have done the same. You were previously given strength through your connection to demons. Using the Scythe, we have altered that connection. Instead of fighting demons, you now do the opposite. You obey whatever they tell you.”

Buffy opened her mouth to make another quip as a defense mechanism, but the cult leader said, “Be silent!” and no sound came out. Then he said, “Show us your little slayer tits,” and she immediately pulled up her shirt to show off her perky boobs.

“And here’s the best part,” said the vampire, whispering into Buffy’s ear. “It’s not just you. It’s every slayer you’ve created. The entire line, forever. From now on, there will be no more vampire slayers, only vampire playthings.”

A single tear rolled down Buffy’s cheek, but she could say nothing.

“Can we drink her now, boss?” said one of the other vampires.

“No, I have a better idea,” said the cult leader. He leaned in to whisper into Buffy’s ear again. “Now, I will take you into my chambers, and you will ride my cock. And when you do so, you will horny for it. You will want it. With each thrust, a little more of your defiance will slip away. Soon you will be nothing but a docile fucktoy.”

And so the vampire fucked Buffy, or more accurately, Buffy fucked him. She couldn’t help it. Her body could do nothing but what he asked. And with each bounce on his undead cock, she felt a little of herself going away. She became hornier and hornier, and soon her horror and her fears and the slayer line slipped away. Soon, she wasn’t bouncing on him because she had to, but because she wanted to.

Shortly after, he sprayed his cold seed all over her face, and she took it eagerly.

Then the leader of the cult said, “Now, you will tell us where as many of the other slayers as you know of are located. We will collect them. We have big plans for them.”

With cum dripping down her face and tits, Buffy immediately began to tell him where all of her sister slayers were. They would also know the joy of obedience.

Buffy played by Lindsey Cruz